( august intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

old but unfamiliar faces "We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once." The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. At first, this month seems no more unusual than the previous one for those who have been aboard the Moira for any amount of time. The crew who had landed on the slaver outpost were rescued, and with everyone aboard, the ship has pushed forward into the darker parts of the Runoff. Anyone arriving through the Ingress follows the same routine—moving from the Ingress room into the Medbay for their physical and contract before being assisted by seasoned crew members and helped to their assigned decks. But all familiar things must eventually come to an end: two final travelers come through the Ingress. The first, and most noticeable difference between them and all the others, is their clothing. Both are dressed in standard Moira uniforms, though they bear the insignia of one sharing the same rank as Captains Cúrre and Thán. After a moment to take in all the people on the platform ahead of them, one of the two latest arrivals approaches one of the Ingress panels and begins to manipulate the controls. The Ingress completely shuts down. Unlike before, however, there isn’t an imbalance felt across the ship; everything remains normal and stable. Utilizing the computer systems located in the Ingress room, they send out the following message to the crew via the MID: To all those aboard this vessel: I am Ira Phirun, assigned captain of the Moira. First Mate Egan and I will be commandeering all rights to the ship as soon as word is sent to those currently in charge. Expect a more detailed report as soon as all records and logs in Navigation have been reviewed by myself and the First Mate. All questions will be answered in a timely matter. For now, there will be no interruption of daily routine or reprimand if conduct among ranks is broken. Thanks for your time. Heading to Navigation, the Captain and First Mate, for seemingly unknown reasons, approach Navigator Manasseh and have her show them all records and logs of the Moira. Those working in Navigation when the Captain and First Mate arrive will see Mana greet them in a professional manner. Oddly, the Captain and First Mate act very familiar with the Navigator. They review all documents, but when they come upon news that the Ploiatos is on board, their mostly friendly demeanor shifts quickly. The Captain issues a sharp order, unintelligible to those who are close enough to overhear parts of their conversation, and without any warning at all, Mana loses consciousness and collapses right there on the bridge. Within minutes of this happening, the ship as a whole falls into a low power state with basic functions only. Mana’s MID alerts Medbay, and without hesitation, Captain Cúrre places her in cryo with strict orders to those who work there not to disturb the unit. As promised, the Captain and First Mate soon address the crew. ☄ lights down low The lighting has dimmed in all the rooms and halls, the normally crisp air that is pumped from the vents low, and all machines and tech are running at half-speed. These effects can be found throughout the ship. Water in the showers remain hot for only a few minutes before reverting to cold. Recreational equipment powers off not long after it has been turned on. The sanitation and water filtration systems require an hourly manual reboot, and all unused areas of the ship have no power allotted to them until a crew member steps inside. Even then, most functions are not optimal. It’s as if the Moira has been transformed into a dark house with only a candle flickering on the window sill. ☄ reuse & recycle The Captain and First Mate are quick to establish that this is a new regime and go about making the ship and its crew more efficient in the wake of their change in course and the low power state of the ship itself. This means they will systematically inspect each occupied barracks room and leave notes for what needs to be disposed of or stowed away. Unlike before, this is no longer a pleasure cruise, and each member of the crew is a guest on board; they will not tolerate useless clutter. Anything seen as unnecessary will be either placed into storage in the Cargo Bay or disposed of through the airlock. This new need for efficiency also extends to the need to conserve resources until they reach their destination. The showers are set to an automatic timer to minimize water waste. Those few minutes of hot water are all a crew member is now given. Meals are smaller, bordering on ration sizes, and luxuries are done away with entirely in order to preserve supplies so that the ship can go longer before needing to dock at a planet. ☄ new jobs, same faces The Captain and his First Mate, as expressed in their addressing of the Moira, explain that work efficiency is a priority. Applications for a head of the following departments will be accepted for a short period: Navigation, the Tower, Medbay, Defense, the Hold, Sanitation, Ingress work, and the Galley/Mess Hall. (Here.) After reviewing what they receive, one head of department will be chosen and tasked with helping crew find positions relevant to those departments and their own skillsets. They will be allowed to retain any positions that they held before that aren’t ship-functional jobs, but they will have to be done in leisure time. In two weeks time, they’ll be accepting department position applications which will be approved, and all those that do not apply will be assigned in accordance with their initial work application. They will also choose three individuals to act as guards of Ploiatos to ensure that there is a rotation available at all times. Will you choose to follow this new decision and promote yourself into a position of responsibility? Or will you simply wait for a reassignment?

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Comments

[two_jedi_sticks]

"There's a lot of things that should get adjusted each time the ship picks up new passengers," Jaina says, with the hint of a frown. She does tend to assume aliens that wouldn't breathe the same atmosphere as humans would have to be the ones wearing gas masks, because that's just the norm of life in her culture, fair or not. But there's more than just ship quarters to see to.

"It's more than that. Dietary needs, gravity settings, making sure maintenance is adjusted to accomodate the things people expose equipment to." She makes a face. "Not that it matters too much. It looks like they finally took care of the Ingress. Just in time for us, right?"

She appreciates the opportunity for an adventure, but come now, the timing on that.

[disarmin]

"So they've said," Armin replies, neutral. He's suspicious, of course he is. This whole operation is simply too much to believe out of hand. No one ought to trust the people who are in charge of their imprisonment. But he won't be heard making open accusations to strangers. Treason is probably a crime that carries out just fine throughout worlds, and he'll not cut his mission here so short. "I'm Armin, by the way. I'm to be the fine arts instructor with zero experience on the matter. I came down here hoping there'd be space to practice dancing... but it looks pretty full up."

[two_jedi_sticks]

Her first thought is he's a little young to be a teacher, experience or lack thereof aside. Still, it wasn't so long ago that her littlest brother was teaching Jaina's friend how to braid her hair with one arm. Why can't someone their age teach art, then?

Jaina is not terrible suspicious of the ship's new leadership yet, so she doesn't mentally dissect Armin's response on that matter. She simply raises a hand in response to his introduction, and says, "Jaina Solo. Turns out I'll be a janitor." If her twin were here, she realizes there would be some terrible joke about that. Instead, she simply adds, "I won't mind getting my hands dirty. It'll give me some good opportunities to see how this ship works."

[disarmin]

"That's actually very useful," Armin agrees with a nod. "Any extra insight into how the ship works could be helpful in the future, especially since encountering odd fluctuations seems to make the ship malfunction on a somewhat frequent basis, from what I've read. And you probably have access to things the rest of the crew might not, and if you ever have to poke around, you'll have a reason to be there. I'm not the fondest of cleaning duties, but I sort of envy your luck." Still, Armin isn't about to volunteer for her job. There may yet be advantages to being a fine arts instructor, even if he hasn't sussed them out yet. He wants to do his best at the job he's assigned, and learn if his placement was indeed as random as it seems.

[two_jedi_sticks]

Jacen, she's certain, would have a joke about how very useful it'd be to know how to change a glowpanel on a new ship. That knowledge alone is enough to get her to press her lips together, chiding herself for her own thoughts. That awful, infectious humor.

"They'd probably be best off with cleaning droids, but..." A shrug, to indicate what can you do. "Resources, right? I don't think they've given me any special security clearances, but the job's probably a good excuse anyway." If she manages to get somewhere she's not supposed to be, she can at least try the excuse that she's new and didn't know any better.

[disarmin]

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